Thursday, May 28, 2009
Machine guns in Alabama creeks, barreled AR15 uppers and ammo in Texas dumpsters & one EXPENSIVE case of pulchritude.
Howard Nemerov reports here that eight barreled AR15 receivers, 1600 rounds of 5.56 and about 1000 rounds of miscellaneous pistol ammunition were found in an Austin dumpster AND SOMEBODY CALLED THE COPS!!!!!
Remember the Jap machineguns in a Bibb County, Alabama creek? Why can't this ever happen to ME????
But I can make an educated guess about how those barreled receivers and ammo got into that dumpster.
Let us join Mr. Peabody and Sherman in the Wayback Machine and journey back to the year 1971. The place is Marion, Ohio. I get a call from a high school buddy who is now a municipal garbageman:
"Hey, Mike, you gotta see something."
"No, I can't tell you, you just gotta SEE it."
"OK, where is IT?"
"Meet me at the Frisch's."
Meaning the Frisch's Big Boy drive in, where we burned many a gallon of gas trying to attract (largely unsuccessfully) the attention of what passed for young Buckeye pulchritude a mere two years earlier.
Fifteen minutes later, I am there. He is parked all the way over on the far side of the lot in the middle of the day. No one is around.
Wordlessly, he opens his trunk lid.
It is packed with firearms. Pistols (I remember a mint WWI M1911 that Alvin York could have carried), scoped deer rifles, shotguns, an M1 Garand, a couple of carbines, more than thirty weapons all told.
"What the hell . . .?"
"We picked them up over on Harding Memorial Parkway," (where all the ritzy homes in Marion were in those days) he explained. "There were four garbage cans packed with guns and we split 'em up between the three of us."
"They threw them away?!?!?"
"Yeah, we went up to the door to tell 'em that they couldn't throwaway guns in the trash and this lady says, 'OK, fine, I'll give 'em to you if you want 'em.' So we took 'em. We split 'em up and took 'em. There was about a hundred of 'em. She told us they were her husband's and he just ran off with another woman. Said she guessed if he left her, he must of left his guns too."
"Can I have one?" I ventured to ask.
"Got any money?"
"No," I said disconsolately.
"Sorry, man, go find your own."
That is when I first learned the truth of the statement, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." I don't know what motivated that guy to run off with another woman, but that was one expensive case of pulchritude.
A Warning to Young Men on Thinking With the Wrong Head: The Dangers of Pulchritude.